Monday, August 29, 2011
At home I rarely sleep past eight AM but with none of my stuff here to entertain me I find it better to sleep in. It helps pass the time between shows. While others may have their favorite activities on board.... Mine is performing my show. It doesn't happen often enough on these gigs. As I have said before they actually pay me for down time...that's the work, doing the show is the joy.
I have still not connected to the ship internet and so far have not been successful in finding free wifi on shore. So I slowly thumb type this on my blackberry. It can connect through Verizon on my phone plan. But I have to say surfing the internet and typing blogs are not pleasurable on this format.
However, I have been writing more interesting stuff on my IPAD and will Post publish when the opportunity allows.
But back to Yogi Bear. He sounded a little like Phil Silvers and with his soft spoken pal Boo Boo the bear they tried to out wit Mr. Ranger to pilfer picnic baskets from Jellystone Park. Boo Boo was always cautious about causing trouble while Yogi seemed to have no integrity when it came to Picnic Baskets.
I guess I see myself and Bob as Yogi and Boo Boo in reverse. Bob being the devious one and me the more cautious character. I'm not sure I have a good picnic basket reference. However, I do relate to the final line in the song.
"Yogi has it better than a millionaire, just because he's smarter than the average bear." I'm not sure I am smarter but I do feel luckier than the average bear.
I think I will head up to the buffet and pilfer some picnic baskets. Are you with me Boo Boo Boy?
As you were,
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Heading off to chase a hurricane on a big ship. It has already changed my itinerary and I have to embark at a different port. It requires a red eye to Miami and an early morning connection to get there, and perform on the night that I board. I never have enjoyed traveling, especially commercial air travel. I am close to three million miles on American Airlines, and it doesn't get any easier with repetition.
It is a very long trip and a lot of days away from home to do four hours on stage in seven days, but that is the cruise business of show business. And fortunately in my case they know that they need to pay me well for a massive amount of down time. Most everyone on the ship will be glad to be on the ship away from home. I will perhaps be the only one who is ready to go back home even before I board.
I was discussing these cruise ship gigs with one of my Road Monkey friends who is also a "regular". It is always an adventure to cross country borders, immigration and customs to get on a ship in some small port. It is never the same, the rules change daily. It is sometimes a wonder that we ever get on the ship at the time we are supposed to. Everything is easy once you are on the ship, but getting on and off in foreign countries is the tricky part. My friend said that it only works because those of us doing it have done it so many different ways before. We know how to get through it, how to avoid the pits and the cruise ship depends on us knowing how to adapt and make it all work out. I personally get tired of reinventing the wheel every time I get on a ship. I love to perform... it is all the other stuff involved in the travel department that depresses me.
So... blogs may be sporatic at best for the next few days. However, although access to the net is limited on a ship, I will have time to be alone with my thoughts and perhaps have some better ones than now.
As you were,
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Monday, August 22, 2011
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Saturday, August 20, 2011
There is something known as automatic writing which is used communicate with other dimensions. If you google it you will find this:
A form of channeling, or psychic ability, to receive impressions, vibrations, which are beyond those normally received by the five senses. Such information is translated into the touch sense of writing.
Mostly I have known this psychic practice to involve cursive writing with pen and paper. It can be actual words that make complete sentences or gibberish that can be translated only by the medium. There are cases when the mediums hand writing completely changes in style while channeling what ever they have tapped into. They will often sit in a trance and never look a the paper or pen. Often the message comes in the form of drawing, symbols or pictures. I have never heard of keyboard channeling or automatic texting or tweeting. Of course these digital methods of writing and communicating are new to the occult practices. Not that the occult has not tried to become available to this new technology.
I have a Tarot app that will toss a Celtic Spread foretelling anyone's future on the iPad screen instead of needing the actual deck of cards. I have never thought the Tarot app was very accurate, and prefer to throw actual cards for a reading. It is the same random access to the same images, it just doesn't seem as accurate.
With that in mind, I wonder if automatic keyboarding would feel the same? Would a blog written "automatically" be taken seriously. I wonder....
As I sit at the keyboard I am over come with the vibrational impression that is beyond those that I normally receive while witting.... something seems to be taking over and.....I.... lj o io;h;; g;;
This is...and I am now in control of the keyboard. i will be communicating with yoou while the normal blogger on this level is tracned out. I Yrrep, exist n the dimension of vibration. I exist as a wave pattern through the fabric of space and time that knows no limitations, only sycroniciity and sympathetic vibrational patterns. I see all because time is one with my consciousness. I know that many of you are waiting for a sign from a higher knowledge to tell you how to best survive this physical world. I have the answers that you are looking for. But I have to be sure of your sincerity. Many would use the future knowledge for their own personal gain and become wealthy. I have to know that wealth is not your motivating reason for contacting Yrrep. I see your future and I am ready to share that vision with you, but not for monetary gain. Money is the least of all vibrations and I will not be party to creating more of those useless universal vibrations. Prove that you care nothing for money by sending the cash equivalent of half your current net worth.... to me Yrrep in care of Jay Johnson's pay pal account. Once that transaction has cleared you will get a personal message from the great Yrrep via automatic keyboarding at this blog address or Twitter. Be free of your lust for money.,. send it to me right away. The high tech digital reading of your future is waiting for you to take advantage of.. ..... oops connection is getting weak... have to go.... send the lute and don't forget to LIKE me on Facebook.......I'm melting.... melting.... what have
Geez, that was weird. I have no memory of typing for the last twenty minutes or longer... I have no idea how long I have been in a trance. I don't know if there was an entity that came through... It is all blank to me... automatic you might say... like I was receiving vibrations, which are beyond those normally received by the five senses .... I will not go back and re read this message so I am not attempted to edit the communique. I guess all I can say is do what ever the being said to do.
As you were,
Friday, August 19, 2011
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Okay, didn't know this was on the internet until Russo Louis (one of my favorite vents) put it up on FaceBook. However, since it was a bit that I suggested to the Producers there is some writing credit I can claim so it can be my blog for the day. It was a great scene to do and I had fun with it. SOAP was a wonderful experience. Acting and performing ventriloquism at the same time on a television series. Doesn't get much better than that.
As I was.... litterally,
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
So ... this is how it all happened.
The owner of the Malibu Cafe has two of dogs who have the run of the property. They greet everyone and are hard to miss. One reminded me of a larger version of the talking dog in "Men in Black". The other canine is a very large, very, very *long* Basset hound. I emphasize long. This dog is almost "Warner Brothers Cartoon" long, with dwarf like legs which can barely be seen as he walks around; he wafts like a low flying Macy's parade balloon. Needless to say the cartoonish wiener dog attracts a lot of attention around the grounds, especially from the kids.
Our friend wants a picture of the moment, but all she had was her cell phone camera. The girls are up for a picture and stike a perky pose hugging the dog. The dog did not care. My friend lined them all up for a snap shot and took a great picture; but the flash failed and the moment was lost. No chance for a second take as the four year old's attention span had been stretched and they left.
Now this friend is not technical in the least and knows nothing about email and sending pictures; she doesn't even own a computer. We finally insisted she get a cell phone so we could find her when she is randomly house sitting. I don't know how she operates in this world. Anyway...
This is why I'm glad that Rupert Murdoch does not care about my electronic mail nor try to intercept it.
Monday, August 15, 2011
From Wikipedia - "Doctor Who fans are sometimes referred to as Whovians."Actually I am a Whovian without prejudice, which is a legal term for "I have nothing against it." However, the fact that I indeed had to look up the word would mean that I am not worthy of the title. I see Dr. Who on a time delayed DVR schedule since it is on permanent Tivo record. Although, if it was not for my wife and son, who are definite Whovians, I might not see it at all. But I do sometimes watch the show with them, so I am not sure what I am.
Certainly not a religious cult fanatic or child predator.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Friday, August 12, 2011
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Best wishes to a lovely singer. Remember you saw her here first.
As you were,
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Note: No animals were hurt during the filming of this video.... we did lose three in rehearsal. Names have been changed to protect the innocent. Anything the dog says can and will be held against him in a court of law. Any similarity of Wok the Dog's voice with any other celebrity real or wooden... is purely coincidental. As always this is presented for entertainment purposes only.... no wagering allowed.
As you were,
Tuesday, August 09, 2011
Monday, August 08, 2011
Friday, August 05, 2011
This is the newest posting to my recently more active YouTube Channel:
As you were,
Thursday, August 04, 2011
Here is a reprint of what is going around and if you have not read it do so. It will cost us all $64 a year more in discretionary spending if we follow the suggestion below, and the impact will be global. Let's make the stock market react to us for a change and not the other way around.
I received this from an anonymous author.... but you be the judge of its value.
Wednesday, August 03, 2011
Tuesday, August 02, 2011
(editor's note: This could be the first in a series of reflections on how I may have inadvertently affected those around me in the past, perhaps in a less than positive way. Mostly through errors of omission caused by the odd career I have chosen. It sounds like one of the steps in a 12 step program, and may in fact have the very same positive therapeutically effect. Although I am not currently enrolled in a 12 step program.... why wait till you actually need one before "stepping forward"? At any rate, I am hoping it will unlock some hidden muse in my Psyche that will guide me to greater understanding and personal creativity. If instead it becomes only a confession hiding in my fertile mental petri dish, the statute of limitations has fortunately run out.)
I have always liked kids and kids have generally liked me as well; perhaps because I relate to them on their own level. A special gift or lack of maturity "only my shirnk knows for sure." It has nothing to do with being a ventriloquist. I am not a very good kids show performer and really don't like to do it. The few times I have been pressed into doing a show for kids turned into disasters.
When I first came to LA I was signed with a Personal Manager who ruled television in the 60's and early 70's. For purposes of identification I'll call him Dick. Regardless of his real name... he was a Dick. By the time we were associated he did not have the power he once had, but it was good enough to get me to LA and established. We parted ways after a couple of years association.
The Dick had a trophy wife who was an ex-Showgirl/ dancer in Las Vegas. Not really a dancer, she had a great body and very long legs and looked great in skimpy clothes. She was about three feet taller than Dick and closer to my age than his. I wouldn't say she was a gold digger; I would say her showgirl retirement plan involved what was left of Dick's fortune.
Although Dick had a family with a more age appropriate wife early in his career, those kids were grown, and the ex-wife was drinking heavily to avoid thinking about the slut she nicknamed "twinkle toes" who had stolen her husband. Dick and the showgirl had a couple of young kids the oldest was three years old when I was signed to his office.
The three year old was having a birthday party at the home of the Dick. A typical Beverly Hills affair with over stimulated, over indulged trophy children being adored by fully reconstructed LA "house" wives. Dick decided not to spring for a clown at the party or even a costumed character, he decided my act would work. I did not have much success in telling him I didn't do kids shows, it almost became an order rather than a favor that I perform for these kids.
They were awful from the moment I arrived. The parents were drinking far enough away from the kids that they could see them as a herd and not as individual mistakes. The nanny's and maids were semi-successful Sheppard's to the unruly snot noes kids. I staked out a place in the grass to make my entertainment assault. There was no microphone, no riser, no introduction and certainly no interest from the crowd. As I removed Bob from his case, I was immediately heckled by one of the kids who screamed the word puppet with the same inflection as if he was saying the word"shit". Bob looked at them with disgust but they were un-intimidated. The little snots held firm in their belief that I merely served at their fickle whim. Then Bob said, "Okay why don't you kids shut up for a minute and let me talk?" It was a little more aggressive than the tone I might have taken to settle the crowd, but it had an immediate effect. In their pampered life style they had never seen nor heard an actual talking doll before. All were frightened, some began to cry and run away in fear. Once the herd spooked all of them were crying, running past their nannies to their mothers. Most mothers had to abandon their Vodka stingers to embrace their kids. The party was effectively over for me. The icy stares from the bar continued as I packed up Bob. The crowd parted like I was contagious as I left. My act had taken less time than the walk from my parked car.
The Dick never brought it up to me nor even mentioned the party ever again, but I did hear him say once to a casting agent, "Jay is definitely not a kids show performer."
Step one... more later,
As you were,